The Old Grey House
The Old Grey House
Everyone knew that the house the end of the McCarty's street was haunted.
With its looming grey walls and shattered windows, it was one of the most terrifying places in the whole neighborhood.
Hundreds of stories circulated around the house. Some say that a contessa lived there and that se was brutally murdered by her jealous sister. And if you look close enough, you can see the bloodstains on the broken pavement where she was dragged back up to the house.
Others say that the house was an orphanage, and that the children were massacred and piled in the yard to rot. People claim that the little children came back in the forms of ghosts and other demons to take revenge for their deaths.
But everyone agrees on one thing: Something terrible was haunting the place. You could taste it in the air, feel it in your bones.
It was here on the McCarty's street that lived a girl. She was nothing special, not incredibly beautiful or intelligent; the only thing special about her was her too pale skin. Every day she would drive up that street to her house at the other end of the block, past the old grey house. Every day, she would swear that she could see something waiting in the shadows, preparing to attack.
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-A girl named steph.